It took me over a year.
We've had her over a year now...
And I've finally figured it out...
She's an introvert.
My introvert self picked out the introvert dog.
Eric picked Maggie long before we ever met, and Maggie was crazy and always had to be around other people. Always. She was glued to someone. Anyone who'd let her tag along.
But this Sammy girl...
It puzzled me for months.
She'd come snuggle on the couch for a few minutes and then hop off and wander away.
I'd eventually get up and find her, wondering where the heck she went - wondering why she would just get up and leave my company. (Okay, yeah, I was kinda taking it a tiny bit personally...crazy dog owner, I know.)
And I'd always find her laying around in the living room, or on the living room couch, or happily hanging out in her kennel in Eric's office.
Perfectly content to be alone.
One night this week she went to bed with Max but when he got up to come into our room (yep, still working that problem) Sammy got out and happily camped-out and slept the rest of the night on the couch downstairs. Maggie would have been whining outside our door all night long if she hadn't been able to go to bed with her favorite person - dad.
Yep, the extrovert "dad" chose the extrovert dog, Maggie.
And this highly introverted "mom" chose this introvert dog, Sammy Sue.
I get it Samsters.
It's nice to be alone sometimes.
It can be the most peaceful feeling in the world.
